Mr Rosenblum's List
Mr Rosenblum's List
It's London 1952 and Jack Rosenblum has been given a list from the The Jewish Aid Community on everything an Englishman is and does. He knows that marmalade must be bought from Fortnum & Mason, he's memorised the entire history of the British monarchy back to 913 A.D. and the highlight of his day is the BBC weather forecast. But there remains one last item on Jack's list, and without it he remains a rank outsider, a wandering Jew. An Enlishman must be a member of a golf course.
But when everyone in a fitty-mile radius rejects him, he decides the only solution is to build his own. So, he sells everything and buys sixty acres on the side of a hill in rural Dorset.
This is the story of jitterbug cider, Dorset Woolly-Pigs, bluebells, legendary golfers and a man's quest to call somewhere home. However, the Englishness he finally connects with is far from what he set out to find.
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